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It was hard to buy for a man who simply had everything. Even though he told me I didn’t need to get him anything, it was Christmastime, and I wasn’t going to let him wake up Christmas morning without having gifts under the tree.
Perhaps that was just me being traditional.
After a moment, the driver’s car pulled up alongside the curb. He parked it, and stepping from the vehicle, popped the trunk and smiled at me. “I take it the shopping went well?”
“Yes, it did. Thank you,” I replied sweetly as I handed him over the bags and stepped towards the car, climbing in. The warmth of the vehicle enveloped me, and instantly I was hot but decided against peeling off the layers. After all, we’d be at the apartment in no time, and I’d be back in the cold again.
As the car pulled out into traffic, we drove down the busy streets of New York City, block after block, closing in on where Neal lived. When we stopped at a red light, I happened to look over at a particular watch store, and an idea struck my mind.
Neal had told me once before about a watch that his grandfather had owned. A pocket watch, to be exact, that he had loved as a boy. However, his father refused to allow him to have it when his grandfather died, and it was something that broke his heart, but he had learned to live with.
The idea of the gift slowly developed within the base of my mind, and with a smile on my face, I turned to the driver. “I’m sorry. Can we pull over, please? This store right here. I just want to pop into it and pick something up.”
“Of course, miss. I will wait right here for you to return,” the driver replied as he turned the corner and parked on the side of the street.
Within a matter of moments, I was stepping inside a shop full of red, green, gold, and silvers; the Christmas decorations completely warmed my heart as I felt at home within the walls of the building. There were so many different designs of watches, I wasn’t sure exactly which I wanted.
So as my eyes scoured the countertops and the different glass containers, I finally found what I was looking for. Remembering vaguely the photo Neal had shown me with him and his grandfather and the pocket watch he held on his waistcoat, I compared the details to the one in front of me.
They were very similar. So, without hesitation, I quickly asked the lady to let me purchase it.
At first, she was reluctant, explaining to me that the item was extremely expensive, but I assured her I had the money to cover it, and when I did finally check out, she was rather shocked and apologized to me.
Typically, I would have been the girl to say something to her, to tell her that she shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. But I was so happy I had found the perfect gift for Neal, I no longer cared.
As soon as I was done making my purchase, I stepped outside onto the concrete path of New York City. My eyes were on the gift in my hand as I turned the corner and headed towards where the driver was waiting for me.
I wasn’t sure what it was about. The feeling that slowly crept over me, that I was being watched, made me stop. But as soon as I heard a particular voice coming from behind me, calling my name, my body froze.
“Well, hello there, Rebecca. It’s funny seeing you in these parts.”
I knew that voice all too well, and as I slowly turned, I came face to face with the woman who had blonde hair and blue eyes and a name that I would never forget.
“What the f*ck are you doing here, Katrine?”
Becca.
I was frozen in place, unsure what to do or think as I stood staring at Katrine. She watched me with a smirk on her face as if she had me right where she wanted me.
The last thing I ever expected was to run into her while I was shopping in New York. However, here she was, as if seeing me was the expected.
Which it wasn’t.
New York was so big that you could meet someone once and never see them again. So for her to find me or run into me like this… meant she was following me. Which also didn’t sit well.
Glancing around, I took in my surroundings to find she was not alone. Two other men were standing nearby, trying to remain hidden, but as their eyes connected with mine, I knew.
Son of a bitch, I knew.
“What is it that you want, Katrine, and why are you following me?”
Her eyes shot up as the smile spread even wider across her face. “Honestly, I’m surprised that you even remembered me. I only met you once. Maybe twice, and that was in passing.”
“Well, I make it my point to know exactly who the f*ck I need to stay away from. I’m not interested in finding trouble.”
Nodding her head, she shrugged her shoulders as she stepped closer to me, making me take a step back from where I was standing. “Are you scared of me?”
Her question made me scoff. I wasn’t scared of her. That was wishful thinking on her part, honestly.
Now, was I scared of the two guys that were with her? Absolutely. Because I was pregnant and no longer on my own. So the last thing I needed was for them to complicate the situation even more.
“No, I’m not scared of you. I would just rather be anywhere but near you. So cut the bullshit, Katrine. What is it that you want?”
Staring at me for a moment before she let her eyes slide from my face down to my stomach, where my jacket was open, and my small bump was in clear view for everybody. “Oh wow, pregnant, are we? You’re what.. a few months along. Is it Neal’s?”
“The father of my child is none of your business. Now,` you’re wasting my time and everybody else’s. What do you want?”
Placing her hand upon her hip in a cocky way, she let a smirk grace the corners of her lips. “A little birdie told me that you were planning on going to Miami. I wanted to inform you that would not be the best of choices. And if you think that you’re going to be telling James that little child you’re growing is actually his and have him believe it, you’re sadly mistaken. Everybody knows you’ve been sleeping with Neal for quite some time now.”
Laughter erupted from me like I had never heard before. For her to sit there and say something like that, let me know right off the bat what this was. This was her way of asserting dominance and ensuring I didn’t go back to a place where James could possibly want me and not her. After all, she had been after him for months before we even started dating.
“First of all, my vacation is not to see James. It’s to visit family. Not that any of that is your business. Second of all, the father of my child definitely isn’t your business. Your business is doing what your daddy told you to. And the last time I checked, you were supposed to be in Miami, weren’t you?” I snapped, raising my brows to show her I would not flinch or waver in my motion to tell her to f*ck off.
“How dare you speak to me like that? Do you know who I am?”
Was she being serious?
Of course, I knew the f*ck she was.
Was this supposed to be some kind of intimidation tactic of hers?
“Are you being serious right now? Yeah, I know who you are, Katrine. But you are not the one to be afraid of. Your father is, and you may be his little princess, but that’s all you’ll ever be.”
“You f*cking bitch. Well, you should be scared because I’m just as dangerous as my dad,” she replied with a sinister sneer as she stepped closer, her fist clenched as if she was actually going to do something.
“Hitting a pregnant woman, Katrine, that is very low of you. The only thing that you are dangerous about is spending your credit limit.”
Perhaps I was a little off the top, and running my mouth probably wasn’t the greatest thing to do. The men standing nearby, at least one of them, definitely heard the conversation between her and I and was snickering to himself as he tried to remain composed, causing her to glance over her shoulder at him with an angry scowl.
Deep down, though, I was terrified. I was terrified of what they could do to me because I was pregnant, and I didn’t even have a single clue as to why they would want to come here. I was nothing to James, and I didn’t understand why she didn’t see that.
“You need to watch yourself. You’re sadly mistaken if you think that you can get James or that he wants you. He’s already been with me twice since you’ve been out of the picture, and he was more than satisfied both times.”
“Good for him. I’m glad you were able to do that. Now can I go?” I didn’t care what she had to say, though hearing that did slightly stab the open wound that was already in my heart. I had Neal, and I couldn’t allow myself to be affected by things, no matter how much it hurt.
“No, you can’t go. I’m not done with you.”
Letting out a groan of protest, I ran my hand over my face, trying to calculate what I could say next to make her realize I did not care what she did. “If you want him, you can have him. I don’t want him. What part of that don’t you understand?”
“Don’t try to play stupid with me. You will try to lay the pregnant card on him, and knowing him, he’ll be too stupid to find out the truth.”
“Oh, my god, are you serious? Me being pregnant has nothing to do with you! Why can’t you just leave me the f*ck alone?” I replied, trying to show her how sincere I was in this manner.
Pulling out her phone, she quickly scrolled through and then took a picture of me without my permission and sent it to who knows where. Her face lit up with joy as she turned back to look at me with an intrigued expression that spoke of nothing but ridicule and hate.